Chapter 12: Killers In Poverty

Chapter 12: Killers In Poverty

Zhang Haiyan had seen many particularly intense scenes.

Anyone who had combat training knew that if you had learned the basics, you would look at ordinary people differently.

Even if your opponents were much taller than you, the difference in behaviors would make them seem like three-year-olds in front of people who knew how to fight. This sense of difference would bring you considerable confidence.

For the first time in a long time, Zhang Haiyans confidence disappeared in the face of these people. Although they seemed relaxed, their gestures didnt reveal any flaws like ordinary peoples would.

Zhang Haiyan knew he wouldnt stand a chance if he got within three feet of someone like this and they raised their hand. And the room was now full of these kinds of people, which was why he didn't attack.

As soon as he hesitated, Zhang Haijiao, who had followed behind him, was pulled away by a young man who took her out and closed the door behind them.

Zhang Ruipu sat down by Zhang Haixias bed and motioned to his men to give Zhang Haiyan a rattan chair. He then looked at the simple room. Killers in poverty, huh?

Mr. Zhang, if you want to kill or fight, just do it. Why bother mocking us? Zhang Haixia said.

I just think that your spirits are commendable. Youre already living in poverty, but still choose to be killers. Zhang Ruipu paused briefly, and the young man next to him took out a large paper bag and placed it next to Zhang Haixias pillow. To make a long story short. I already checked your backgrounds when you tried to kill me the first time. But with your abilities, I didnt think the two of you would be able to kill me in this lifetime, so I didnt bother killing you. If I did, the Southern Archives might actually send some reliable ones to kill me, and then I wouldnt find any peace in Penang. In the end, youve lived up to my expectations. Youre even more incompetent than I predicted.

Actually, our main job in the Southern Archives is investigating cases. The killings are just incidental. Zhang Haiyan explained. Were not professional in that regard.

What do you know about this plague? Zhang Ruipu sat on the bed cross-legged. Dont waste my time, Zhang Haiyan. When you came to Penang, you acted like it was nothing to walk among the dead. As far as I know, only people who have had wudou disease and survived it were able to do such a thing. And wudou disease had disappeared for hundreds of years. How did you get infected with it? With that said, his subordinates turned Zhang Haixia over and revealed his back.

His back had a huge wound that looked like a butterfly. It was a pattern that had been formed by countless burns and blast marks. Zhang Ruipu accurately touched his spine in the middle of his scapula. The vertebrae below had almost been completely shattered by the explosion.

I know the Southern Archives doesnt allow you to reveal any information, but your friend became disabled because of you. Youve been taking care of him until now, but if theres an accidentsay for example, if I help you kill himwill your life be easier? Zhang Ruipu looked at Zhang Haiyans expression as he spoke.

Zhang Haiyan said to Zhang Ruipu, I know it's easy for you to kill us, so what you said should be true, but I have additional conditions.

Like what?

My friend needs to rinse his mouth with shark fin soup in the morning. During lunch, hell have eight dishes and a bowl of soup. In the evening, he can eat something that is a little under seasoned, so hell have five dishes and white porridge, but the porridge must contain cordyceps flowers and Jinhua ham slices. You need to massage his legs three times in the morning and at noon. Hes afraid to sleep alone at night, so its best to have three or five girls with him. Also, you have to tell me why the Southern Archives wants to kill you. Who are you exactly?

Zhang Ruipu smiled, stood up, and walked to Zhang Haiyan.

Were you brought up by a woman named Zhang Haiqi?

Zhang Haiyan was stunned. Zhang Haiqi was his godmothers name. How did this old scoundrel know?

Zhang Ruipu said, Ill take care of your friend better than you can imagine. If you want to know who I am, you can ask Zhang Haiqi.

He then looked at the serious young man beside him, who clapped his hands.

The door opened, and someone came in carrying a military uniform. It seemed that Zhang Haiyan needed to leave now.

The ship wont arrive until next week.

The ships reached land ahead of time. Its in Malacca now. Theres a plague in Penang, so the ship wont stop there this time. That means you only have a day to catch up with it. Zhang Ruipu said. Go, Zhang Hailou. My people will take you to the dock.

Zhang Haiyan didnt want to leave at all, and couldnt help but worry about Zhang Haixia. Zhang Haixias eyes were also full of very complicated emotions, but he didnt speak.

Ill come back. Zhang Haiyan put on his military uniform and cap, and turned to leave, escorted by two young men.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com